“You’re in luck. The stallion who likes Curly was invited to another table, so he’s all yours.” she said, as the three of them took their prey pills out of the badges they wore around their necks, and dropped them in the appropriate potion bottles. A few seconds later, the three diners drank the potion, leaving a mouthful or two behind. The other three then emptied the bottles, swallowing the prey pills in the process.

“Hey, Rarity, do you mind if he helps prepare Wiz Kid for me?” Twilight asked. Partly to help ease her friend into the moment.

“Not at all, Twilight.”

“Thanks, Rarity. In that case, Curly, would you be willing to bend Wiz over, and fill that cute ass of his with cum?” The other part was because she really wanted to watch the cute guy get his ass fucked by the hunky, blue-skinned man.

“You betcha, Princess.” Curly said, wrapping one arm around the smaller, tan shoulders. “You want me to do it fast or slow?” Twilight looked at Rarity, letting her decide.

“Slow and sensual makes for a better show.” Rarity decided.

“Alright, then.” Curly agreed, pulling Wiz in front of him. Holding the smaller man by the hips, Curly bent down and kissed him tenderly. After a few seconds, Wiz’s hands came up to caress the broad pecs. At the same time, Curly's hands moved, too. One moved back to squeeze the small ass, while the other slid up to cup the back of Wiz’s head. Fingers tangled in the short, brown hair as their lips parted, to let their tongues dance together.

While the two men made out for Twilight’s and Rarity’s viewing pleasure, Strawberry Sunrise had fluttered up to sit on the table in front of Fleur, and the pair were sharing a slow kiss of their own. Eventually, they separated, but Fleur kept pleasuring the pegasus, with one hand scratching behind the yellow ear.

“Mmmm, that’s so nice.” Strawberry moaned, tilting her head back, into the sensation. A quick glance down had her shrugging off most of the pleasure, though. “You want me to take care of this?” she asked, putting one hoof on the hard cock peeking over the edge of the table. Fleur shuddered slightly, and gave a soft gasp of pleasure at the touch of the soft frog.

“No thanks, Ms. Sunrise.” Fleur said, even as her cock squirted a bit of pre-cum onto the yellow skin. “I prefer to jerk off while eating you. Which I can’t wait to do.”

“That’s too bad.” Strawberry said, sensually licking the bottom of her hoof clean. “You taste great, and I’d love to get more. But it’s your decision. And speaking of, how would you like me? Four hooves, or two?”

“Definitely four.” Fleur answered, still scratching her prey’s ear, and starting to pet the red mane.

“Head first, or hooves first?”

“Hooves.”

“Aw, and make me give up this wonderful scratching? You’re so mean.” she teased, even as she got to all four hooves.

“Don’t fret, ma petite bouchée.* I promise to scratch something else before I swallow you.”

“Ooh. That sounds like an acceptable substitute.” Strawberry joked, even as her tail twitched, trying to flag even higher. Of course, since it was already laying on her back, that was impossible, but it tried anyways. Once she was facing away from Fleur, she lowered her front end to the table, but kept her hindquarters up, presenting herself to the fullest. Fleur took a few seconds to stoke the yellow flanks, before gently gripping her back, just in front of the dock.

“Now, now, as lovely as this is to look at, I want you to lay down, Ms. Sunrise. That way, when you cum, you’ll squirt your juices on my cock.” Fleur explained, as she firmly pushed Strawberry’s back end down to the table. She didn’t miss the moan Strawberry made when she heard that, anymore than she missed the way her wings finished extending.

Once she had her prey where she wanted her, Fleur went back to petting her flank with one hand, making sure to gently run her fingernails over the strawberry cutie-mark, while the other gave her dock a gentle tug. Smiling even wider at the gasp that elicited, Fleur then moved her hand to the flushed, glistening pussy. She pushed in two fingers, which slipped between the swollen lips effortlessly, and after a few strokes, the third entered just as easily. A moment later, Fleur added her fourth finger, and finally felt some resistance. Twisting her hand sideways, she felt the muscular walls around her fingers really stretch, and heard Strawberry moan wantonly.

The pony laying on the table was quickly lost in pleasure, moaning constantly, with her eyes half-lidded. Which meant she barely noticed Wiz Kid kissing his way down Curly’s blue six-pack. A few seconds later, though, Curly's deep moan made her open her eyes and really look. She saw Wiz’s tan hands kneading the tight ass, as his mouth swallowed more than half of the blue cock. Since Curly wasn’t using the magic of his brands to size himself for his owner’s pleasure, his cock was about eight inches long, and of average thickness for a human. But it was still hot seeing the bespectacled cutie slowly pushing further and further down the shaft. Five inches, then six, then seven. Finally, the whole thing had disappeared into the shorter man’s mouth. Almost like the three of them would be disappearing into their predators’ mouths, soon enough. That thought, combined with all the physical stimulation, pushed her over the edge, and she came hard, with a loud groan.

As soon as Fleur heard the groan, she pulled her fingers out of the clenching tunnel, and moved them to the pegasus's clit. She started rubbing it quickly, and at the same time, she gave Strawberry’s tail a less gentle yank. This made the yellow pony practically explode, squirting mare-cum all over the top few inches of Fleur’s cock, as intended. It also splashed on her upper belly and the bottoms of her boobs, but she didn’t care. It was just something she could have fun cleaning up later, with somepony else. Possibly one of her dinner companions, or failing that, her husband, Fancypants.

But that was for later. Right now, she had her prey in front of her, ready to be eaten. And she was good and ready to eat. So she grabbed the bright yellow legs and gently moved them so they were pointed back towards her, being careful not to hurt her prey in the process. Strawberry Sunrise hadn’t expressed any hints of masochism, and the occasional spanking was as sadistic as Fleur, herself, ever got.

Fleur gently pressed both hind-hooves against the tip of her cock, one at a time, wetting them with both her pre-cum and Strawberry’s own mare-cum. She then raised them to her mouth and kissed them, tasting the mix of sexual fluids. If she could get any harder, she would’ve, but she was already as hard as she could get, just from the thought of what was to come, never mind what she’d already done.

After licking her lips one last time, Fleur opened her mouth and took the yellow hooves in. She moaned softly, and licked around the fetlocks for a few seconds, before pushing the legs deeper, until the hooves hit the back of her throat. The prey pill had softened them, blunting them slightly too, so that the hard, sharp edges didn’t tear her throat up as she swallowed them.

The sudden tug and tightness around her hooves roused Strawberry Sunrise completely from her post-orgasmic stupor. When she realized she was already almost hip-deep in Fleur’s mouth, her wings *poomfed* out to full extension again. She felt a ripple of muscle around her hooves, and was suddenly pulled another couple inches deeper. This left her hips just beyond Fleur’s lips, and she could feel both warm breath from her predator’s mouth on her sex, which was quickly getting ready for round two, and cooler breath from Fleur’s nose tickling her dock. The juxtaposition only made her wetter. And so did the tongue running over her legs.

After a moment, Fleur grabbed Strawberry’s barrel, and pushed her further into her mouth, timing it with a large swallow. She felt her mouth stretch further, to accommodate the yellow hips, which were surprisingly wide for a pegasus—almost as wide as the average earth pony. She also felt her throat stretch further, as the slight bulge of her prey’s knees entered it. Fleur swallowed again, and felt a pair of teats brush across her tongue.

“Wait. Wait a second, please.” Strawberry said suddenly, her voice half-moan, as she felt Fleurs tongue teasing her nipples. After a couple seconds of not getting swallowed deeper, she explained what she wanted. “I want to fold my wings in, and get my hooves up, so my head is the last part of me to be swallowed.” A quick nod shook her a little, but it was the answer she wanted. It took a little concentration on her part, but she managed to fold her wings against her side where they belonged. This was not helped by the tongue that was still playing with her teats, but she then clamped her forehooves against her side, which did at least help hold them down.

Once Strawberry said she was ready, Fleur grabbed the sides of her barel, and swallowed again. This time, there was a big stretch all over. Her mouth and cheeks stretched around the hooves and wingtips, while her throat stretched even further as those wide hips were pulled into it.

Now that her prey was more than halfway inside her, Fleur tilted her head back slightly, and brought one hand up to rest on the curve of her chest. She made sure to rub and scratch at the fluff there. Pegasi almost always had more chest-fluff than the other tribes, because of their high-altitude lifestyle, and Strawberry Sunrise was no exception in this regard.

“Ooooh, that feels so nice.” Strawberry moaned, as she was swallowed deeper and deeper. She wasn’t sure what felt better, the scratching of her chest-fluff, or the peristaltic massage of her flanks, which by now had pulled her deep enough that her wings were entirely surrounded by the damp heat of Fleur’s mouth. Another couple swallows, and only her head and neck were still outside. As the hand scratching her chest moved away, Strawberry angled her head to look down, and she saw Fleur stroking herself with her left hand.

“Hey, before you swallow me completely, will you cum on my face? I’d like to at least get a taste of your cum.” she asked. A second or two later, her whole body vibrated in a very pleasant way, as Fleur hummed around her. Since she didn’t get pulled any deeper afterwards, it must have been an agreement. Fleur leaned back in the chair, and it reclined a few degrees—like the chairs in most vorestaurants did—which gave Strawberry a better view of the white hand pumping the gray shaft.

Since the potion allowed her to breathe somehow, even around the massive throatful, she just relaxed and enjoyed her hand. The tight grip and slow strokes that she’d spent years mastering. With the size of her cock, she couldn’t stroke all of it with just one hand, so she focused on her medial ring, making sure to run every finger over it on every upstroke. And every downstroke, too.

As horny as she was from the pony lodged halfway down her throat, not to mention the sight of Wiz Kid bent over the table as Curly gently made love to him from behind, it only took about a minute more for Fleur to start approaching her orgasm. As she got close, she sped up her movement. She also added her other hand to the mix, using it to stroke the top few inches of her cock, making sure to bump over her flare every time. At least until it actually flared out, and then Fleur moved her hands even faster, her hands easily sliding over her hot flesh thanks to her and Strawberry’s mixed fluids. A second or two later, she felt her testicles—which, in her bipedal form, were in her abdomen, about where a mare’s ovaries would be—move, as her orgasm finally hit.

Even if she hadn’t been watching, Strawberry would have realized that Fleur was close from the increased shaking she was experiencing. And the wet sounds of her hands getting faster and louder. But since she was watching, and intently, she saw Fleur’s flare swell, and she saw the bulge as the cum rushed up the cock. She even caught a glimpse of the urethra spreading, just before she clenched her eyes shut. An instant later, Strawberry felt the first spurt of cum hit the side of her muzzle. She opened her mouth wide, hoping to catch the next shot. And she did, mostly across her nose. She moved her head, but the third shot missed her entirely, and the fourth hit her cheek again. She got about half the fifth shot in her mouth, though. The rest of it hit her upper lip. And so did most of the sixth. But by then, she was just savoring the cum she had managed to catch.

The last couple shots were too weak to reach the yellow pony, and Fleur felt them land on her stomach, adding to the mess to be cleaned later. She was too relaxed to care, though. She just slumped into the chair a little more, enjoying the afterglow.

“Huh, you taste a little sweeter than most.” Strawberry Sunrise said, a few seconds later. “I like it.” she added, before licking as much as she could off the front of her muzzle.

“It’s all the fruit I eat, to keep my model figure.” Fleur explained automatically, since she got that comment a lot. Of course, it was completely unintelligible, with her prey filling her mouth. She just patted Strawberry’s muzzle, getting her cum on her hand. That gave her an idea, so she used her hand to scoop up as much of her cum as she could, before offering it to Strawberry, who quickly licked the hand clean.

Then Fleur gently grabbed Strawberry’s muzzle and pushed her the rest of the way into her mouth, swallowing steadily. She enjoyed the feeling of her throat bulging as the body worked its way down. And three or four swallows before Fleur could close her mouth around Strawberry’s muzzle, she felt her prey’s hooves enter her stomach. As more and more of the pegasus pushed inside her stomach, Fleur tilted her head back and just basked in the feeling of her belly stretching further and further. Half a minute or so after Strawberry’s head disappeared down her throat, Fleur let out a satisfied sigh as she felt her stomach opening close, meaning her prey was now settled where she belonged.

“Like I tried to say before, my cum tastes sweet because I eat a lot of fruit, especially citrus fruit, in order to keep my figure.” Fleur explained, resting one hand on her belly. Another sigh, and she looked back at the table to see Rarity had taken Curly’s place fucking Wiz’s ass, while Curly was stroking Twilight’s cock and sucking her tit.

Author's Note

*My little morsel/mouthful.

Honestly, this chapter was originally not supposed to exist. For more details, see here.